My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning. (Ps 130:6)
How do I proceed from here? Do I give up all hope? I can’t remember how long I’ve been waiting any more, but it’s becoming a frightening experience. I’m beginning to feel like an abandoned child that the mother never came back to pick up. Talk to me Lord, if you can hear me up there. Give me a sign that you know that I’m still here. I don’t want to wait in fear any longer, I want to wait in hope that you are coming.
“LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?
Who may live on your holy hill? He whose walk is blameless
and who does what is righteous, who speaks the truth from his heart
and has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong
and casts no slur on his fellowman.”
( Ps. 15:1-3
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